Asher I can still feel the warmth of his blush against my skin and still see the awkward smile on my face. How did this happen that I ended up completely whipped for Liam Marsh? How does this make me any better than Dale or Brock? From denying my sexuality and acting like a complete asshole towards him to the point of abuse. Speaking of which, I don’t even fucking know what my sexuality is at this point; all I know is that I want to see Liam right now. Sighing, I cover my face with my pillow and let out a loud groan of frustration. I like Liam a lot more than I should, but I don’t know how this is going to play out. If anyone had to find out how I felt about him, The town would drag me, and my reputation would be ruined here. My dad would beat me within an inch of my life, probably throw me to the wolves and disown me. Then my team would fuck me over even more. Am I ready for the backlash that will follow? Do they even need to fucking know? Damn, I have no idea how Liam handled th
Liam I didn’t want to get out of bed today, only because I could still smell Asher’s cologne on my sheets. To say last night was steamy would be putting it lightly; Asher had me literally begging him to take me, but in the end, he remained a gentleman. No one has ever made me feel like he does, and the fact that he actually wanted me made me feel extra giddy. The way he kissed me, touched me and staked his claim on me had me on another kind of high. Don’t even get me started on the size of his dick, OH MY FUCKING GOD. Eventually, I pull myself out of bed and make my way to school. Knowing that Jason won’t be there to taunt me made me feel a bit better as well. My mother had a talk with him after I took him to the hospital yesterday, and she wasn’t kind about it either. If you look up the term ‘Mama Bear’ in the dictionary, Linda Marsh’s face would be there. I love her so much and would really miss her once I move away. The air was thick with excitement for tonight’s rally and game
Liam Asher comes to a stop in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. “I looked for you all over tonight and didn’t see you until the very end. Were you going to bail on me?” He asks in an angry, low voice, holding his jersey in one hand while tilting my chin up with the other. I shake my head. “Of course not; I was at the rally up until Coach lit the bonfire and headed straight to the football field afterwards.” I stutter and feel as if I am gasping for air. He grins, then brings his face closer to mine. “Good, I felt pissed off all through the game because I didn’t see you. I thought you bailed on me for something or someone else.” He says, not breaking eye contact at all. My mouth goes dry at his words, and his closeness causes a tent to pitch at the towel around my waist. “Why… Why would I be with someone else when you said that I was yours?” I say, blushing at my own words, but they seem to make Asher smile. “You’re not mine completely… yet,” he says, then lifts his arms
Liam As I stare into Asher’s eyes, I can see that he is fighting some internal battle. He’s always been fighting his sexuality, fighting against what he was feeling and now it culminated in us having sex. Trying to catch my breath, I touch his face and smile. “Do you need a moment?” I ask him, to which he blinks and exhales. “I think I do,” he admits, then pulls out and gets off of me. He sits on the edge of the bed and breathes a sigh before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. I watch the door for a while, and sadness creeps into my heart for some reason. Did Asher and I move too fast? Does he regret this? Will he leave now after he has had sex with me and forget I existed? I’m feeling pretty fucking stupid right now; of course, he’ll leave. They never stayed after sex, and they never contacted me afterwards until they needed me again. I just freaked Asher out, and now he would leave me too. Pulling my legs up, I rest my head on my knees and hug them. I feel tears slippi
Liam Something doesn’t feel right. I hadn’t heard from Asher at all, not even when he arrived home or if he made it home safely. He said that he would text me today but still hasn’t. Does this even warrant me being worried about him? Usually, it wouldn’t, but seeing the fear on his face after the call with his dad really bothered me. It’s close to 4 pm the day after the game, and I still haven’t heard anything. I don’t think he would just outrightly ignore me, not after what we shared last night. Opting not to text him and using my privilege as his tutor, I grab a few books and papers from my bag and decide to head out to him. We have a big test coming up on Wednesday anyway so that I could use this as an excuse. So I grab my keys from the countertop and run out of the door. By the time I make it to Asher’s place, my heart is sitting in my throat and beating like the Jumanji game. It doesn’t matter if his father scares the shit out of me. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this
Asher I don’t know how long I was out before Liam woke me up, but all I do know is that I have never been in this much pain before. While passing in and out of consciousness last night, my mom tended to me - or she tried to. My dad got to her as well, and I was not there to protect her this time. I know she doesn’t blame me, but I can’t help blaming myself for everything, especially yesterday. I know I messed up since my dad set up this meeting for me with Evans, but now I don’t think my dad will even allow me to go to college. Besides, who would pay for my tuition anyway? “Almost there,” Liam mutters as we approach his house. Right now, I don’t give a shit about who sees me with him, my career is over, and everyone can kiss my ass. Fuck all of them. The car comes to a stop in front of his house, and he gets out, running to the passenger side to help me get out. “Easy,” he mutters when I stumble, and I try my best not to lean my total weight on him. I know it wasn’t the most oppo
Asher I’ve been lying awake for close to two hours, and no one has walked through that door since. Visions of my dad’s fist connecting with my face and ribs were still fresh in my mind, and they hurt just the same. This entire weekend was fuck up upon fuck up, and it started when I went over to Liam’s place. I can’t help but blame myself for all of this; if I didn’t go over to his place after the game, if I didn’t fall in love with him and fuck him, things would be different right now. Fallon would probably be riding my dick, and even though I can’t stand another woman’s touch, I would have endured it. “What a fuckfest,” I murmured to myself, my throat dry from not having had any liquid. What would happen now? I am in no fucking condition to play football and will probably be out of commission for the entire season. What use would I be to the team, to anybody? When my dad did this, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he not only killed my high school career, but he completel
Liam Asher hasn’t been to school in two months. Rumour has it that his father has taken him out of Waterford High, so he won’t be coming back here. I haven’t heard anything from him either, and all his social pages are silent. Am I worried about him? Of course, I am; he’s supposed to be my boyfriend! I just didn’t expect his ‘goodbye’ that day to be final. Looking up at the school, I am doomed to spend the rest of my school days alone; I breathe out a sigh and walk inside. Might as well get used to the loneliness. After that Friday spent with Asher, I thought things would start looking up; I had someone who genuinely cared about me. Someone who wanted to protect me against everyone and was in love with me. How did it all turn into this? I guess I would never know. When I didn’t hear from him, I managed to track my dad down. The asshole turned out to be the the fucking Dean at Yale and had a part to play in getting me in there. This pissed me off so much because now I felt like I d
Seth When Asher Prince asked me to be his girlfriend back in high school, I thought it would finally end these fucked up feelings inside of me. I was head cheerleader, smart, up for an Ivy League school and guys saw me as their wet dream personified. Blonde, perky, nice ass and the perfect sized rack. People wanted me, and they wanted to be me; I had it made, boy. Little did they know that I didn’t want any of it, but I was good at faking. I needed to keep up appearances; no one could find out how much I hated myself. I hated my body, I hated my breasts, the curve of my hips, the softness of my voice. I was attracted to men, but I didn’t feel like a woman. I know they say God doesn’t make mistakes, but I do feel like a little error went into making me. I don’t feel like a woman. I don’t feel girly. I hate the skirts, I hate the dresses, the make up and lace panties. The only time I feel like myself is when I strap up my breast
LiamA headache blinds me as soon as I open my eyes, but thankfully the blinds are drawn, and the room is dark. I slowly sit up in bed and allow my eyes to adjust to the room, but then my heart drops when my eyes eventually focus.I’m at home, I’m in the room I share with Asher, dressed in my most comfortable pj’s, and I have no idea how I got home.Panic grips my chest; I don’t know what happened last night after my second cocktail. Did I come home and fight with Asher? Did I actually fucking drive home?!I look around on my nightstand for my cell phone but don’t see it at all. I don’t even see my glasses. What the fuck is the time now? It’s Friday, and I’m probably late for my first class by now. Deciding to suck it up, I go to the bathroom to do my business then head downstairs to my fate.The smell of bacon and garlic mushrooms make my stomach rumble, and I realise that I didn&rsq
AsherThree am, and Liam is still not home. Seth and I have looked everywhere we thought he might be, but we’ve come up empty. So here I am, pacing the porch while waiting for his Audi to pull into our street.The sadness I felt has been replaced by worry and fear for him. He’s never switched his phone off; we can’t even track him through his cell. Where the fuck could he have gone? Is he safe?“Ash!” I hear Seth call out from inside and am about to go inside when he bursts through the door. “I know where he is! Let’s go! How could I have forgotten?!” He says, then pulls me towards my truck. “I didn’t think he would go to a bar by himself because that’s just not who Liam is!”A bar? Liam is alone at a bar?“Which bar, Seth? How do you know this?” I ask, starting up my truck and pulling out of the driveway. When I look over at Seth, I see him biting
Asher “Liam!” I run out after Liam, but he’s already speeding away in his car. I call out to him, but I get no reaction whatsoever; he doesn’t even slow down.“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaim, punching the concrete garage wall and running back inside to grab my cell phone. We can’t leave things like this, and I won’t allow us to end things like this even if it is all my fault.Liam doesn’t answer when I try his cell, but I keep on trying even after he’s killed the call.How could I have been so stupid? We spoke about having our anniversary dinner indoors and reliving our first night together, but now it doesn’t look like that will be happening. In fact, it feels like Liam has given up on me, on us.I sink down into the couch, my eyes going to everything he has set up for us and finally landing on my gift. Sighing, I pick up the gift box and open it, my heart breaking a
LiamHe walks into the living room, swaying a bit on his feet as he does so, and I stand up. “Hey, baby. You've been waiting long?” He asks me in a slurred voice, scratching the back of his hair, and I shake my head. I know he’s seen the balloon because I saw the dread creeping into his eyes as he did.I shake my head and walk towards him, catching a whiff of stale cigarette smoke on his clothing. “You know, Asher, I decided to be patient with you because I knew you loved me and wanted to make things right, but now, I’m not so sure,” I say, scoffing. I hand over the balloon to him and smile, despite my tears.“Last year today, you claimed me as yours after the first game. It was the best night of my life, knowing I had someone who actually wanted me for more than sex this time around. I felt loved; I felt accepted and cared for. It’s amazing how a year can change someone.”Horror flashes
Asher The after game win always feels like such a rush, and it doesn’t matter if you’re playing it or watching it on TV. When your team scores that winning point and you’re the one to do it, there is nothing quite like it! During the trip back to New Haven, I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy waiting for me at home. I would never have pictured living my college life like this, much less with another guy. I thought I would be at OSU, living it up in my dad’s shadow, pretending to be straight, fucking more girls than I can count and pledging to a frat house. Instead, I’m spending weekends at football practice, actually studying and coming home in the evenings to my boyfriend and ex-girlfriend, who is now transitioning, watching movies and cooking dinners. What a weird turn my life took, and I wouldn't want it any other way. It’s four pm the day after our match, and Coach has decided to treat us to congratulatory drinks. Obviously, I followed
Liam“I’m going to kill him,” Seth warns, pointing the knife he’s using to chop the veg for tonight’s supper at me. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” The glare in his eyes terrifies me, and luckily, it isn’t meant for me!I shake my head. “You can’t do that; then I’ll lose the both of you,” I say, putting my hands together as if handcuffed, and Seth shakes his head.Seth scoffs. “I’ve watched ‘Making A Murderer,’ I think I’m okay.” He says, and I roll my eyes at him. Yes, I told him about what happened this afternoon, including the flirty student.He leans on the kitchen counter and stares at me. “Liam, you need to speak to him about your feelings. Ash probably thinks things are okay between the two of you because you haven't told him how you really feel about this. Miscommunication can ruin even the most secure relations
LiamAsher came home at 4 am last night and got up earlier than me. He’s left for school as well, while I’m sitting here nursing a hangover before my first class at 11. The movie and wine with Seth lasted for two movies, and we both cried like babies, mostly because of the effect the wine was having on us.I shuffle downstairs and see a note from him saying he’ll be home late because of practice tonight, and I sigh. Alone again, then? Should I get used to this?My cell phone ringing catches my attention, and I answer it quickly as it is not helping with my hangover. “Hello? Liam? It’s dark. Are you there?”The voice of my mom breaks through the silence in the house, and I roll my eyes at my stupidity; she’s on a video call with me.“Sorry, mom!” I apologise, then turn the phone to face me, and I smile. I can’t get over the fact that my mom has been glowing over the last fe
LiamNew Haven is different; there’s no claustrophobic feel here, no judgy eyes from our peers, and everyone seems… nicer. It’s been just over six months since our move, and to say that Asher has blossomed is putting it lightly.Waterford stifled his abilities, and his father dulled his shine, but now that he’s not around either, he’s a completely different person. Obviously, he’s on the football team, and they love him. Well, everyone seems to love Asher here; he’s become even more popular than when he was at Waterford High. He also doesn’t hide the fact that he’s gay and with me, but girls still flock around him. In fact, he seems to be proud to hold my hand and kiss me in public.Although, I have to admit that I’m jealous of his popularity. Not that I want to be popular as well, but that everyone knows him now. We can never just walk somewhere without him stopping to chat with someo